Emexyinia Snape and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter Fan-fiction)

Chapter 14: The Wrath of the Dark Lord

Chapter 14: The Wrath of the Dark Lord

There was a silence. No one wanted to tell Voldemort that Harry had escaped. Voldemort looked around at his followers, the eager smile on his face fading when he didn’t see Harry.

“He’s… he’s gone… my Lord,” stammered Lucius. “The house elf Disapparated with him.”

“What?” Voldemort’s excited demeanor shifted immediately. His voice took on a hysterical edge. Emma could almost feel the anger boiling inside of him.

“Our old house elf, Dobby, he Disapparated with Potter and his friends. They’re gone.”

“You mean to tell me, Lucius, that Harry Potter escaped from your house on your watch?” Voldemort asked, his voice a quiet hiss.

No one spoke. No one moved. Voldemort’s face contorted with fury and he took his wand between his long, pale fingers.

Draco shifted Emma behind him protectively.

“Don’t,” Emma said, trying to go back in front of him. He forced her back again and told her to be quiet.

“My Lord,” Bellatrix said, her voice no more than a whisper. “Please, I tried!”

He turned his wand on her first, “CRUCIO!”

Bellatrix collapsed with a screech.

“Lord Voldemort is not feeling forgiving today,” he said, his voice becoming louder, releasing Bellatrix from the curse. “I think you all need to be punished.”

“Please my Lord,” Bellatrix  begged, dragging herself across the floor towards her master.

“You wish for forgiveness, Bellatrix? Then get up off the floor and torture them for me! Take the children. I want Lucius and Narcissa for myself.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Bellatrix said, immediately turning to Draco and Emma.

“Torture, but do not kill, Bellatrix. To murder those so young would be a waste. I do not know if I shall be so forgiving with the two of you, however,” he said, turning on Narcissa and Lucius.

Bellatrix had no mercy, none even for her own nephew. Lucius was unconscious, and Narcissa was being beaten, and couldn’t protect her own son from her sister. Emma was dragging Draco, who had gone rigid with shock, back away from Bellatrix as Bellatrix pulled out another knife she had had wedged in her boot. Bellatrix flashed the silver blade in the air before trying to stab Draco. Emma threw her arm in front of the blade though and it slashed her arm.

“Stop!” Emma screamed. She went to grab her wand, but realized it was half a room away, completely out of reach.

“Emma, stop,” Draco said, looking at her profusely bleeding arm. “She won’t kill me. Voldemort was clear in his orders; don’t kill us.”

            That didn’t stop Emma from defending him. She threw herself in front of him when Bellatrix lunged for his chest. The knife plunged into Emma’s collarbone.

            “Get out of the way!” Bellatrix screamed.    

            Emma was trying to stop the bleeding from her shoulder when Bellatrix stabbed her in the chest.

            Emma struggled for breath, the air having been forced from her chest as if she’d been squished flat.

“Emma!” Draco gasped, grabbing her to keep her from falling to the floor.